When did you stop singing
Where's the music that I knew
I hear echoes of a melody
You sang when we were new

Where's the smile and the laughter
That filled the empty room
Is it gone forever, tell me
When will your flowers bloom

It slipped away unnoticed
In the middle of the night
I should have held on tighter
Should have kept you in my sight

If I told you that I love you
Would it spark your inner flame
Or are you gone forever
Fearing I hold all the blame

Played catch with me once
(as in "one" time)
Never had a conversation with me.
Never said he was proud of me.
Never asked me how I felt.
Had three letters typed
by his secretary sent to me
in the seven years I was at
Andover and Columbia;
the word "love" was typed.
Never  said he loved me.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Love sick
Withdraws come on quick
I’m a fiend
I’m an addict
It’s just another bad habit

You say
I am your home
I am merely
A 200 sq feet room
With no bed to sleep
No chairs to sit
No food to feed
Yet you lay here
Next to me
On the creaking floor
Under a
Dusty ceiling fan
We drink our tears
Nibble on our emotions
While I peek
As you walk to your home
Through these rusty window bars
I realize
With you
My heart feels like
A ruin with a mansion's garden
Yet each evening you
Come right back
To it.